[ The Knight seems pleased by her evaluation, by her happiness. They...struggle with depicting hair, sometimes. It's not really a thing bugs have.
They shake their head, at the question, and scratch in the dirt.
do this to make a record
save precious things
want to show others important memories
If - when - they are gone, these things will remain. These stones will outlast them, like the ruins on this island outlasted the people who once lived here. These journals are monuments to what the Knight considers most important, what they want to preserve.
It is a declaration of someone's story, the Knight's perception and memory of them. They were here. They were precious. ]
[To see her face on a memory-on something precious and important makes her pause. Because she doesn't belong on a treasure like that, no matter how much it warms her heart to see.
But a part of her is-
Gripping the rock tight in her hands because she's happy. To go from a world where she was destined to die alone, unknown and forgotten, in some dingy lab as a failed experiment to-
A place where a small, kind hearted creature draws her face a rock to be remembered. Because even if she's not precious or important-someone thinks she is. It makes her wonder, briefly, if they know Taako and Lup. Not that they would want to see her again, after she's exposed, but-
It doesn't matter. Not right now. And she looks among their collection and asks instead]
[ They ponder this question, before lifting up another rock. This one - is mostly blank. They haven't put much thought into it yet, so it's not detailed as the other ones are.
still thinking about what to put
help me ?
They are not good at thinking of themselves, about what describes them in more than their accomplishments, their nature. Ren may have more insight into this than they. ]
[This is it. This is what she was born for. This is what makes all that pooled together money and scientific experimentation worth it.
She presses her finger into the ground and starts to doodle their little face, turns to look at the rock as a reminder of how they've made their designs, and begins her terrible creation.
There's a ring of stars around their small, horned head and a tiny sword to the side. Then there's what looks to be a crayon?? on the other side and at the bottom, she makes a few flowers appear. It's not Good. Definitely not up to par compared to the rest of their work, but it's a start? She's helping?? It's fine.]
[ They can easily recognise the other symbols, except...one. It looks a little like a crown, like the flower crowns Ren is so fond of. They are not sure why that is.
They peer at what she's drawn, and point at the ring of stars (careful not to disturb her art), looking up at her inquisitively.
[They're in a house and it's not quite night, so it's impossible to truly point them out, but she still holds a finger upwards like the glittering stars are already twinkling above them.]
Almost without thinking, they touch a small hand to their chest like they expect to feel that light inside, whatever Ren sees there. 'Light inside' means something far more sinister to them, even though they know Ren intends it as something positive.
But they don't want to reject that sentiment, so they ask more questions, as always.
stars are good ?
They've never paid much attention to the sky above. It means very little to them, a creature of darkness and tunnels and underground. Something that doesn't belong in the surface world. ]
[There's no way to describe why and her answer may be lackluster, but it's what she knows to be true. The beautiful moon is always surrounded by equally pretty stars-they're around to brighten up dark and terrifying nights. Even if they can't heal a person's loneliness, it helps to always have something to sing to and she did that often to ease the pain of being alone.
She holds out her hands and, if they let her, she's going to gently pluck them from the ground. She's gotta take them somewhere so they can see what she means!!]
[ Oh, they recognise this gesture. They offer no resistance whatsoever to being picked up (they even raise their arms when they're lifted, wheeee) and even to Ren, they're not heavy enough to be an issue. ]
It wasn't her intent, but as she walks out the house, she brings them close to her body for a little hug. It really is a shame they aren't a cat because they would be a great one. Other animals can be good too, she's learning, and it's not like she questioned the Knight's kindness, it's just-
They would make a great cat. That's all.
And once she's outside, she holds them over her head and up towards the sky. Please don't squirm, friend.]
[ The Knight is perfectly happy to be cuddled; when Ren hugs them, they even snuggle against her for a little bit, as long as the embrace lasts.
They are a very well-mannered little bug and thus don't squirm or do anything that could potentially make Ren drop them or fall over (though they would be fine if she dropped them - but it would distress her, they think).
They tilt their head upwards, looking at the sky. They don't feel much of a change, but maybe being a star isn't about changing. It's not like those strange lights in the sky care about what others down here think, or at least - they don't seem to.
Maybe it's just a matter of what someone else sees in you. It's what Ren thinks that matters, then, so perhaps it's fine...though to be referred to as a light is strange, in any capacity.
They're content to just be held there for as long as Ren wishes. It's fine. ]
[When she feels like they get The Point, she brings them back down and sits on the ground, plopping them right into her lap. They can probably reach the ground to write out words. If they can't, she's sure they'll move themself, but-
She's content to sit outside for the time being.]
Do you want to wait for the stars to come out? We can look at them together tonight.
[ They're similarly content to sit in Ren's lap; though they're not used to this particular form of contact, it's certainly comfortable.
They look up at her while she talks, and when she asks a question, they nod vigorously. They're happy to wait here, and just as happy to follow along if she decides to get the urge to wander off.
After a while, they begin to doodle idly in the dirt with their sword. Flowers and masks and plants and all sorts of creatures, things they've seen in their time here. ]
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They shake their head, at the question, and scratch in the dirt.
do this to make a record
save precious things
want to show others important memories
If - when - they are gone, these things will remain. These stones will outlast them, like the ruins on this island outlasted the people who once lived here. These journals are monuments to what the Knight considers most important, what they want to preserve.
It is a declaration of someone's story, the Knight's perception and memory of them. They were here. They were precious. ]
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But a part of her is-
Gripping the rock tight in her hands because she's happy. To go from a world where she was destined to die alone, unknown and forgotten, in some dingy lab as a failed experiment to-
A place where a small, kind hearted creature draws her face a rock to be remembered. Because even if she's not precious or important-someone thinks she is. It makes her wonder, briefly, if they know Taako and Lup. Not that they would want to see her again, after she's exposed, but-
It doesn't matter. Not right now. And she looks among their collection and asks instead]
Which one has your face?
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still thinking about what to put
help me ?
They are not good at thinking of themselves, about what describes them in more than their accomplishments, their nature. Ren may have more insight into this than they. ]
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She presses her finger into the ground and starts to doodle their little face, turns to look at the rock as a reminder of how they've made their designs, and begins her terrible creation.
There's a ring of stars around their small, horned head and a tiny sword to the side. Then there's what looks to be a crayon?? on the other side and at the bottom, she makes a few flowers appear. It's not Good. Definitely not up to par compared to the rest of their work, but it's a start? She's helping?? It's fine.]
Like that.
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They peer at what she's drawn, and point at the ring of stars (careful not to disturb her art), looking up at her inquisitively.
what does this mean ? ]
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[They're in a house and it's not quite night, so it's impossible to truly point them out, but she still holds a finger upwards like the glittering stars are already twinkling above them.]
It reminds me of the stars.
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Almost without thinking, they touch a small hand to their chest like they expect to feel that light inside, whatever Ren sees there. 'Light inside' means something far more sinister to them, even though they know Ren intends it as something positive.
But they don't want to reject that sentiment, so they ask more questions, as always.
stars are
good ?
They've never paid much attention to the sky above. It means very little to them, a creature of darkness and tunnels and underground. Something that doesn't belong in the surface world. ]
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[There's no way to describe why and her answer may be lackluster, but it's what she knows to be true. The beautiful moon is always surrounded by equally pretty stars-they're around to brighten up dark and terrifying nights. Even if they can't heal a person's loneliness, it helps to always have something to sing to and she did that often to ease the pain of being alone.
She holds out her hands and, if they let her, she's going to gently pluck them from the ground. She's gotta take them somewhere so they can see what she means!!]
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It wasn't her intent, but as she walks out the house, she brings them close to her body for a little hug. It really is a shame they aren't a cat because they would be a great one. Other animals can be good too, she's learning, and it's not like she questioned the Knight's kindness, it's just-
They would make a great cat. That's all.
And once she's outside, she holds them over her head and up towards the sky. Please don't squirm, friend.]
Now you're a star.
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They are a very well-mannered little bug and thus don't squirm or do anything that could potentially make Ren drop them or fall over (though they would be fine if she dropped them - but it would distress her, they think).
They tilt their head upwards, looking at the sky. They don't feel much of a change, but maybe being a star isn't about changing. It's not like those strange lights in the sky care about what others down here think, or at least - they don't seem to.
Maybe it's just a matter of what someone else sees in you. It's what Ren thinks that matters, then, so perhaps it's fine...though to be referred to as a light is strange, in any capacity.
They're content to just be held there for as long as Ren wishes. It's fine. ]
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She's content to sit outside for the time being.]
Do you want to wait for the stars to come out? We can look at them together tonight.
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They look up at her while she talks, and when she asks a question, they nod vigorously. They're happy to wait here, and just as happy to follow along if she decides to get the urge to wander off.
After a while, they begin to doodle idly in the dirt with their sword. Flowers and masks and plants and all sorts of creatures, things they've seen in their time here. ]